Kita smiled when Hakuba asked her. “Yes. I have only solved about 20 cases so far. And you want to capture Kaito Kid? I want to capture him too, but he is always escaping.” Kita said with a sigh.
She then remembered the last time she faced Kid. “During the last heist, I was really close to catching Kid. I grabbed his cape when I chased him and he tried flirting with me to let go. When I refused, that thief sprayed sleeping gas in my face. When I woke up, Nakamori-keibu yelled at me for letting him get away.” Kita complained as she talked about her encounter with Kid. She looked at Hakuba. “Have you ever had an encounter with that thief?” Kita asked the half-brit, hoping if he had the same exact encounter with Kid.
Hakuba had to look away at the question, wincing smile on his face. “Oh, I’ve had several encounters with Kaitou Kid, yes. God, I’ve been thwarted by him on several occasions. He’s always got another trick up his sleeve, another way to wriggle out of your grasp.”
The detective sighed, then, expression almost fond as he turned to the book in his hands. It was a Doyle book, of all things. Chuckling, he opened it up to a random page and glanced at its contents.
“Don’t take it too hard, or too personally, He’s outfoxed even the best of our colleagues. I think that’s rather the point. But don’t give in; he does love a good chase."